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River love

What do we mean, then, you and I?
You say you dreamed
of me, I dreamed of you.
That’s true, at least. I dreamed your sinews,
hard cords, as your arms stretched,
the skin hiding the power beneath.
I dreamed your hair, silky,
smoother and softer than cat’s fur,
each hair a thread leading
through the labyrinth, leading me,
pulse pounding, heart jumping.
I reach for you, I lean
to be held, your muscles
taut, the skin hiding the power beneath,
like lake water rippling
as the wind moves towards
the waterfall, the flow, irresistible, the
long suck of the current: underwater jungle.

I’m not writing as easily as usual at the moment. I’m lacking inspiration. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s that life is busy, maybe it’s because I’m doing a project outside of these prompts. I don’t know. It was a push to get something down tonight, and I ended up using a form.

You’ve heard of a Golden Shovel poem? Well, this is, strictly speaking, a Jade Shovel. I stole the line end words from Jade Li’s poem, posted on dVerse tonight. This is for the dVerse open link night, too.

It always amazes me when writers, and poets in particular, think they are writing uninspired, but produce something of depth and beauty to the reader. Perhaps today your muse was one not for you, but for us who feel the import of your words. This is actually one of my favorite poems of yours, I think.

Both river and lover have this power which seems inexorable, at least in the speaker’s surrender to both, which is the point, isn’t it? The power is in the sacrifice, the reflection of the teeth in the devoured’s eye. Or something. Makes the rapids sure worth the ride …